Chapter 2: Spring rain in Jiangnan is late

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This year's spring in Jiangnan came too late.

It's early spring now, but it's still cold, and the cold is in the heart of every passerby. But Jiangnan is still Jiangnan, in this cold early spring, you can still see its lively spring red willow green, ink and merry. Ye Yunluo didn't know, he only knew that he couldn't afford to be romantic anymore. Who can still be romantic after accepting Bai Shusheng's worship?

The most in the south of the Yangtze River is willow, the willow by the lake. The ungraceful Ye Yunluo can at least enjoy the willows by the lake!

This year's spring in Jiangnan is a bit cold, and even the willows refuse to sprout when it is cold.

Ye Yunluo supports the boat and the lake, although this lake does not have the elegant taste of the West Lake, but in this early spring, it is also unique. At this time, there are very few boats in the lake, and Ye Yunluo unconsciously reached the center of the lake. As far as the eye can see, the heart of the lake is rippling, the bright waves are like mirrors, so not magnificent, so relaxed. Ye Yunluo, who was sitting in the boat, looked up at the sky, the clouds were dark, and it was about to rain. If it rains at this time, it can be regarded as an elegant thing.

The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River will fall as soon as it is said, and it will be drizzling like silk in an instant, blowing into the wind. Ye Yunluo sat in the canopy, looking at the lake outside, the drizzle entered the lake, a little bit of fiber, and the ripples pressed down layer by layer.

"Jiangnan, I'm still here. Ye Yunluo thought.

The spring rain swept into the window with the wind, wetting the paper flowers in front of the window.

"Yun'er, let's close the window. A beautiful woman sat on the bed and said to the maid Yun'er. Beautiful women are beautiful, beautiful and elegant, beautiful and sick. Looking at the rain outside the door, the beautiful woman smiled, and the smile was like a cheek.

"After the spring rains, it's time for the willows to sprout. The beautiful woman said to herself.

"What did Madame say?" asked Yun'er, closing the window and looking back at the beautiful woman.

"This spring rain is so good. "

"yes! "

The belated spring rain outside the curtain was pouring down, knocking on the stone steps in front of the door.

"Yun'er, I heard that this year's "Lake Light and Bamboo Shadow" in Jiangnan will have a knife trial meeting?" asked the beautiful woman looking at the rain outside the curtain.

"Yes, I served tea in the hall that day, and I heard the master mention it, and the master is going too!" Yun'er said excitedly.

"Oh, yes!" said the beautiful woman, in a low voice. "Then he's coming too......" The beautiful woman passed through her mind and continued, "Yun'er, can you go and see if the medicine is ready?" The beautiful woman coughed a few times and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Okay, I'll go. Yun'er said and lifted the curtain and walked out.

The purple handkerchief was stained with blood.

Lake light and bamboo shadow.

A person stood in the shadow of the lake and bamboo, looking at the rainy lake. The two sides of the pavilion are full of bamboo, rustling by the wind and rain. He didn't come to enjoy the light and bamboo shadows of the lake, he came to wait for someone. The weather is still very cold, the spring rain is cold, and the person he is waiting for has not yet come, but he is still waiting, because he knows that the person he is waiting for will definitely come. Even if the weather is a hundred times colder and the rain is colder, the people he is waiting for will still come. And he will keep waiting, there are not many people in this world who are worth waiting for, and Bai Shusheng is still one.

There are not many people in this world who can make Bai Shusheng come, but at least he still is.

The lake bridge leading to the pavilion was a little lonely in the midst of this smoke and rain. On the lonely smoke and rain bridge, a person wearing a hat appeared. In this smoke and rain, even if the man is wearing a hat, it can be seen that the man is dressed as a scholar and holding a folding fan.

Bai Shusheng is here, and he must come. Bai Shusheng, who came, walked into the pavilion and said to the man who was standing: "Brother Yin has been waiting for a long time!"

"How's things going?" Yin Wuxian knew that Bai Shusheng didn't want to know that he had waited for a long time.

"There are always people in this world who are out of place. Bai Shusheng said, casually.

"Very good!" Yin Wuxian finished speaking and left, walking in the spring rain that was still a little cold.

At the end of the Yanyu Bridge, there was one more person at some point. The man stood in the smoke and rain, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was a little weak, and the slightest wind passed, and the man trembled.

When Yin Wuxian walked to the bridge, he found that it was a woman.

How did she get here?

On such a rainy day, on the shore of the bridgehead, under the willow trees. The woman's temples in the wind and rain followed the wind, and the purple handkerchief in her hand wiped her red lips. His cheeks were crimson from the cold, and his long eyelashes were stained with raindrops at some point. Such a woman is pitiful to everyone. Whoever saw it, couldn't bear to let her look at the sky in such a cold spring rain.

Yin Wuxian ran to the woman, and asked distressedly, "Why are you here?"

"I saw that you haven't come back for a long time, and I heard that you are in the lake, so I came to wait for you. The woman said softly.

"Why are you so stupid!" Yin Wuxian said, taking her into his arms.

The spring rain is still cold, but the people under the oil-paper umbrella hug each other into the smoke and rain in the ticking sound.

The spring rains are no longer cold.

The woman under the umbrella asked, "Are you going to hold a knife trial meeting in this lake?"

"How do you know?" Yin Wuxian stopped for a moment, and then said again at a loss: "Yes!"

"Do you want to participate too?"

"yes!"

"Then he..." The woman hesitated, swallowed the remaining half of the sentence, and finally did not ask.

A cold light flashed on Yin Wusuo's face, and he said with a smile: "It seems that this spring rain is going to fall for a long time, let's go quickly." "

This cold spring rain has really been raining for a long time, it is getting dusk, and the rain still has no intention of stopping. Ye Yunluo looked up, the sky was gray, and the shore of the lake and the side of the street were already empty.

Ye Yunluo walked in this spring rain, letting the rain wet his hair. Missing, people give birth to Huafa early, and what is born early is not only Huafa.

The rain has not stopped, but it is getting dark, and it seems that the temple will still be settled tonight. There are many inns on both sides of the street, some cheap and a bit luxurious. Ye Yunluo is not without money, but he still likes to sleep in the broken temple, because here, he doesn't have to meet some people he doesn't want to see, and he doesn't have to listen to the flattery of those who only look at money.

It seems that everywhere, you can find a ruined temple. The ruined temple seems to be built for those who have nowhere to go. Therefore, there are few broken temples that are good, and there are few that can really burn incense.

The incense burns constantly, but the rich man has no fun and throws the money here to show his magnanimity and compassion.

Is he really merciful? Throwing money in some boring place, but at least giving some people a place to shelter from the rain. So Ye Yun fell in this delicate Jiangnan and still found a broken temple.

But the ruined temples in Jiangnan are not broken, and there are still fires.

When Ye Yunluo walked into the ruined temple, she saw the people by the fire, and she could see it very clearly, because the firelight illuminated her face very brightly. The man was dressed in purple and dressed in men's clothes, but people knew at a glance that he was a woman, with a little coldness in his demeanor, and there was no lack of heroism in the coldness.